Fit For Rivals
Cut Off Your Hands
[Verse One]
Pass this on as my epilogue
Heartless, selfish, alone they'll fall
Light the match, breathe in deep, I cried
Lock the doors, let them burn inside

[Chorus]
Cut off your hands there's no escaping
Try to get up to sever the craving
Redrawn, appease this con
And recess back to what you've become

[Verse Two]
The end is nigh, fading into night
Vengeance, consequence, left entwined
Abhor the hopeless, apprise this crime
Soon everything will be alright

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
You think I've had enough but I'm not giving up
You think I've had enough
You think I've had enough but I'm not giving up
You think I've had enough

[Outro]
And I say cut off your hands there's no escaping
Try to get up to sever the craving
Redrawn, appease this con
And recess back to what you've become
Cut off your hands there's no escaping
Try to get up to sever the craving